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Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool,
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
Ego controls thoughts, so we’re ill-advised,
Body hormones rule, our instincts cruel,
Bemused by illusions, fleeting goals prized,
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool.
All hope seems lost, feral lust’s our fuel,
Though conscience speaks, as God Himself disguised,
We heed Him not, behaving like a ghoul,
Senses externalised, all objects sized.
Hypnotised by thoughts, our soul’s paralysed,
Chasing rainbows, we continue to drool,
Game of shadows leaves us demoralised,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool.
Discerning cause of pain, as pulse dual,
We cease thought flow, that ego’s vaporised,
Thoughts reassigned to their role as a tool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
In timeless time, God within’s realised,
Heart lotus blooms, revealing soul’s jewel,
In-form polarities are stabilised,
Our free will’s liberated for self-rule,
Earth life, a hard school.
05-June-2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
First and foremost is you
Yes you, all parts of you and gratitude as your plus one for a better attitude, as you well know
Better tag on hard to that grounding of yours,
Solid footing firmly planted to the ground,
Mind geared up to solder to them goals
Stay rooted and aligned, this is your time
Stillness betters focus always, so eyes on the prize, it's game on
First for the count is one to love, your own self perfect place to start
Another is one to look forward to, better days to come your motivation
Then there's the one for you to do right now, here this instant
Embrace the present moment sis, don't just sit and watch life sail past you
Day in day out, breath in, breath out, one day at a time
Mind on daily mantra mode: keep head down,nose clean, eyes always glued to the prize
then proceed to hit repeat
one step two steps, no more back and forth
fall only forward if you can, a crawl to the finish line still counts as a win
First one foot back, then one in front
keep it moving, eyes stay glued to the prize
ears shut to the noise, chin up, rise up, shoulders back, left foot, right foot
choices, engage free will, choices, always wise to the choice
This battle yes, that one you let go and watch from the sidelines if you like
Easy does it, slow the pace down, just trust in the process cos this one is timeless
Rein in the need to fill in the void,look inside you, yes inside I said, stay still hold focus, stand still, your truth to be found inside you sis
Put your back into it, marrow to bone, from inside to outside, soon you will make it, you know you can do this,
You got it your magic key, key to the lock, unlock the secrets of self mastery, that's right bout to master the self now, self governance yea, secrets reveled, life on self rule, marching, finally marching to the beat of your own drum, left right, left right
Ears shut to the noise and eyes glued to the prize as always
First one step in, then two steps,chin up, one day at a time
Then proceed to hit repeat!
Form:
These darts of love fly from our eyes
Adrip with passion's poisons clear and sweet,
Our aim that of another heart's defeat,
Its mute enslavement to our sighs.
Love blasts holes of unexpected size
In our defense; no wall will be respected.
The briarbarbed fence of self-content
Is breached, and trampled, with perspective.
Passion paints its fell directives
To our sniper's scoping of the front,
That field of victims fair,
To take down and devour in the hunt.
The wounds of pride will bear the brunt
Of soft assault upon stern self-control;
Desire stabs the shuddering soul
Until its thirsting edge grows blunt.
Thus we conspire to murder our sleep
While surrendering self-rule
To serve another's purpose
As captives of the deep
Dungeons of our needs, and keep
The key clutched tightly in our hand,
Afraid to lose the sweet ache of love,
Loath to let complacency sweep
Devotion from the stage, and weep
The loss of desperate, mutual need
That grows within, that intoxicant weed
Of victorious love we rush to reap.
Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city
Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey
The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic'
Many say on departing "one day I'll be back".
Molly Malone can be seen, with her wheelbarrow
In busy Grafton street that's so bustling and narrow
The silvery grey water's of the river Liffey
Flows right through the city and into the sea.
Busy O'Connell street with its giant spire
Had troubled times with the sound of gunfire
The spire now stands where Nelsons column stood
A reminder of British rule that's now gone for good.
The symbol of self rule the G.P.O. stands
So peaceful now all you hear is the bands
The Halfpenny bridge is a wonderful sight
Even more impressive when lit up at night.
So come on over to Dublin, do come and see
Do indulge yourself, with some Irish hospitality
When the time comes to leave after your stay
You'll promise yourself to comeback one day.
16 May 2018
Find the joy
By Michelle Morris
13/01/2023
When you're living under a cloud
Find the joy, find the joy
When you're hurt and want to cry
Find the joy, find the joy
When you want to scream out loud
Find the joy, find the joy
When you want to walk away from the crowd
Find the joy, find the joy
For like any other person
You deserve joy in your life
Love, kindness and compassion
Happiness and smiles
But, there are many moments
When we see grey skies instead of blue
We may have lost perspective
Or are sinking into an abyss so cruel
Your life path may seem treacherous
You may feel there are more foes than friends
You may have taken many wrong turns
And stumbled over the right decisions
But, if you step back and ponder
If you commune with your higher self
Your soul will shine its little light
And get brighter with God's help
For He and His angels
Are always there for you
But you need to ask for help
They won't take over your self rule
Each of us has free will
The choice to be ourselves
Whatever we believe in
We need to believe in ourselves as well
So, when you're living with regrets
Find the joy, find the joy
When you're struggling with illness
Find the joy, find the joy
When you want to give up the fight
Find the joy, find the joy
When you want to walk away from your life
Find the joy, find the joy
For like any other person
You deserve joy in your life
Love, kindness and compassion
Happiness and smiles
May you believe in that
May you believe in yourself
May you believe in God's power
May you believe in angelic help
For you are never alone
There are angel wings around you
Look up towards the heavens
And know this profound truth
Let your light shine strong and pure
Let your authentic self feel secure
Let your soul become a masterpiece
Let the Universe feel your allure
© Michelle Morris, 2023
When you tell little ones, "Stop taking all the toys,"
then you don't watch to see if they obey~~
when you instruct your school-age girls and boys,
"Stop now. Do chores and homework before you play
more games and talk to your friends," but you never
check to see what has actually transpired~~
when you give kids a curfew but you aren't ever
aware of what time they get in, proving they aren't required
to stop coming in late~~when they won't stop being mean and rude,
and you say, "You're grounded," then the next day let them go,
do, and spend as they please, proving a stinking attitude
is no deterrent to self-rule, you're under their thumb~~this, they KNOW.
Blackwater tide
no longer functional
blemishes of toxins
Frankenfish contamination
environmental risk, insomnia spurs.
In and out thoughts
Mind-worry cycle of self rule
in free flowing confetti that won't anchor
No streaks of mindful grace
Never one with the stilled darkness
Only splintered images of disappointments
stacked like packing crates.
Unable to count sheep
(too distracted by their calm cud chewing).
Prayer for the dispatch of quiet's mind
To barter all for a drug to quell wakefulness
Relief from restlessness in mind numbing news
over making wrong choices
my fall through the sky.
Powerless to erase a brain script of failure,
to know a measured response to love.
Smack the pillows again
A beating in progress
None the softer
for brain waves
on cushions of letdown
soiled by secrets.
Poem revised January 21, 2021
On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears.
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the whispered words of terrorists,
guttural phrases taunted as political incorrectness,
flaunted vacuous nihilism fomenting insurrectionism,
the quiet convulsion of our self-rule.
I can hear the sullen invocation, turned torrent
within my mental models.
On threads of wary air,
in stealthily vengeful murmurs of pretenders,
I can hear the casual, softly spoken demise of justice,
the grim sabotage of governance by principle,
and with it,
the slow dripping blood of all those who died,
all those long forgotten.
The fading ink on parchments spelled out ideals
never attained or practiced in a nation’s history of enslavement
and genocide.
Yet can the people’s ambit even begin without the
enshrinement of these principles for all?
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the reckless, feckless conmen concocting hallucinogens.
Conspiracy contagions so easily playing upon, confirming
the jaundiced eyes, so easily validating the invectives of the addicted.
On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe.
Are you listening?
Independence
In search of freedom, many braved the high seas,
Needing to flee the chains of their home countries.
Desiring a fresh start in a far-off land;
Educating their children to understand.
Plymouth, Jamestown, Hampton, and other such sites;
Enduring hardships, attacks, and other fights.
Now viewing self-rule, like Paine, as Common Sense;
Declaring to England their independence.
Early clashes at Lexington and Concord;
Not shrinking from gunfights or edge of a sword.
Claiming patriots’ victory at Yorktown;
Earning a U.S. republic, not a crown.
They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.